Friday, 5 October 2018

Three Bears by A Nybo

Cover Art by Alex Corza

Three Bears by A. Nybo

At Three Bears surf break, the attraction between a group of friends is anything but “Luke warm….”

Dan goes to stay with his best friend Josh in Margaret River, the surfing capital of Western Australia, to sort out his sexual confusion. But his best friend is the source of that confusion. Having never been attracted to a man other than Josh, Dan fears risking their friendship just to discover men aren’t his thing.

Within the first few days, Dan meets Luke, a local barista who offers him surf lessons. Dan soon finds himself emotionally coveting not one, but two men. When they go to Three Bears, his hidden desires begin to emerge. As the ambiguity of Dan’s mixed signals clears, it becomes apparent both of his surfing companions want him—badly.

It is only when Luke and Josh hook up that they formulate “Operation Three Bears,” an adventurous plan that might lead to a satisfying outcome for all of them.

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I joined the short line at the counter and was wondering how long it would take my brain to get with the program when I heard one of the staff ask someone in the queue what they wanted. Trying to decide what I wanted, I read the chalkboard menu off to one side.
“Can I help you?” I had just made my decision when the barista said again, “Can I help you, dude?”
I looked around to see who the rude bastard was that was ignoring the guy to find the bright green eyes of the barista looking directly at me. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was the rude bastard!” Where the hell had the people in front of me gone?
He drew his head back. “What?”
Realizing I was now including him in a conversation that was previously only occurring in my head, I sighed. “Sorry. Can I have a flat white?”
“Sure, no problem.”
He glanced at me several times while he organized the grind. Averting my gaze, I moved behind the food warmer and examined the quiches on offer, but my thoughts quickly drifted to Josh, my longtime friend, person of my desire, cause of my sexual confusion, and my host for the next three months.
“Just down from Perth?”
The barista grinned and revealed straight white teeth. “Don’t sweat it; I’m not a stalker or a mind reader. Almost everyone I don’t know around here is just down from Perth.”
He must have misread my stress as concern.
His sun-bleached corkscrew curls were mostly hidden beneath a hairnet, but the odd one had escaped, giving him a stylishly haphazard look. “Just visiting or planning to stay?”
“Three months.”
“You make it sound like a prison sentence.” He smiled.
“I’ll tell you at the end of three months whether it was or not.”
“What do you plan to do while you’re here?”
“What is there to do?” I asked.
“That depends on your interests. You could go wine tasting, chocolate tasting, spelunking, camping, hiking.”
“Spelunking? That sounds torturous.”
“Only if you’re claustrophobic. Do tight places worry you?”
“I don’t really know.”
“Well, have you ever been shut in somewhere small? Like a closet?”
God. Was it written on my face? “Um….”
He gave me a curious look that lasted a little too long. “C’mon, didn’t a brother or sister lock you in the closet or under the stairs or something when you were little?”
“Not… not that I recall.”
His mouth pulled down at the corners, and he bobbed his head from side to side. “The real question is—do you surf?”
I exhaled slowly. “I like to be poetic about my skills. That’s why I call it falling on water.”
“Well, my man, you have come to the right cafĂ©.” He moved the jug up and down to froth the milk for my flat white. “It just so happens I am a fabulous surfing instructor.”
“Modest too.”
“There is a place for modesty, but it doesn’t really live inside me. Visit? Sure. Live? No.” He waggled his eyebrows, and I couldn’t help but smile at his flippancy. “So, falling-on-water dude”—he made it sound as if it was some westernized version of an Native American name—“would you care to learn how to ride the water?”
“You’re going to teach me, are you?”
“If you’d like.”
“And how much would you charge for the pleasure?”
“For you, I’ll do it for free.”
“Because I’m special.”
“Now who’s got tickets on themselves?” He laughed. “You just have to tell me if you’re interested.”

Author Bio

A. Nybo has tried conventional methods (a psych degree and a GC in Forensic Mental Health) but far prefers the less conventional, such as  the occasional barbecue in the rain, 400km drives at 1am for chocolate, and multiple emergency naps in any given 24hr period. Favourite things to do include that which can be seen (e.g. reading, writing, drawing, walking the dogs, travelling) and that which can’t, such as dreaming (both awake and asleep).
Western Australian born, she has been spotted on the other side of the planet several times–usually by mosquitoes.  And discovered Amazonian mosquitoes love her just as much as they do in her home state.

She can be contacted at:
Twitter: @anybo5

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